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❧This is just for entertainment and not meant to represent anyone in real life. Don’t take anything I write seriously.

☾Genre: angst. very angst.

☾Pairing: ot8 x gender neutral reader

☾Contents: arguments, neglect in relationship, insecurity, pointing out weight, food mentions, a lot of body/appearance-judging, cheating, break-ups, patronization, taking things too personal, wrongfully blaming(?), mention of having children (Jeongin), cringe dialogue but bear with me im tired

☾Scenario: toxic things they do

❧a/n: planning on doing a pt. 2 to this where they apologize/give comfort. should i do that?😟 also this is “loosely” based on their mbti’s 😍

❀ BANG CHAN

Neglecting you.

Chan normally stays up late, often neglecting his health. When you confront him about this he says-

“I’m fine, just stop worrying.”

“Why are you so concerned? This isn’t about you.”

He’d constantly neglect himself, which leads to neglecting you. He works hours on end, come home, then immediately fall asleep.

“Hey, how was work?” You’d ask.

“It was fine.” He didn’t even look at you. The same process would repeat almost everyday. You like to convince yourself he’s just tired or not in the mood, but you know you’re just trying to make yourself feel better.

❀ LEE KNOW

Points out your insecurities.

Whenever you two argue, he always points out your insecurities. Sometimes he’ll point them out for no reason when he’s in a bad mood. One thing he focuses on pointing out is your appearance, specifically weight.

“You look like you’ve gained weight.”

“Your face looks fatter.”

“How much have you been eating recently? You should cut down.”

The words he’d say to you cut deeper than you could imagine. So much to the point where even being around him you’d feel insecure. The worst part is that he wouldn’t even apologize. He’d just go back to saying how much he “loves” you and act like nothing happened.

❀ CHANGBIN

Judges your body.

Changbin constantly works out, so of course he’d have a “perfect body.” In his mind, he thinks he’s looking out for you. But in reality, he’s just trying to get your body to look the way he wants.

“Your thighs look too big. You should work on them.”

“Your stomach looks bigger than last month; how much have you been eating?”

He didn’t even notice the effect he had on you. And being honest, he didn’t really care. Because again; in his mind, he was just “worrying about you.”

❀ HYUNJIN

Makes fun of your laugh.

Ever since getting in a relationship with Hyunjin, you’ve also built a friendship with the rest of skz, which has lead to you laughing a lot more. Han always cracking jokes, the members playing pranks on Changbin—everyday gave something that made you smile. Until Hyunjin told you how annoying you were.

“You’re so annoying, that wasn’t even that funny.”

“God, your laugh is so obnoxious. Quiet down.”

He’d tell you this so much to the point where you’d stop laughing. He’d notice how quiet you get when he points it out, but he’ll shrug it off as you being “sensitive.”

❀ HAN

Gets bored of your relationship.

Han can’t tolerate staying in a relationship for long. He needs change. This isn’t necessarily bad, but what is bad is that rather than speaking to you, or breaking things off, he cheated on you.

He’d try playing off as falling out of love, but he did love you. He was just bored—wanted something new.

After you broke it off with him, he didn’t even try to keep you. He just let you go. He went on to do this to his next partner as well.

❀ FELIX

Unintentionally patronizing.

Felix would always explain something to you if needed. However, he’d treat you like a baby; like you don’t know anything.

If you need him to explain something more than once, he’ll drop all formality and get kind of irritated with you. He’d speak slower, use “simpler” words, a “teacher-like” tone.

“I’m not a kid, Felix.”

“Yeah, well I obviously have to explain everything to you like you are one. This isn’t hard to understand, stop playing dumb.”

❀ SEUNGMIN

Taking things too personally and blaming you.

Seungmin would often practice singing or dancing in front of you. However, when you’d offer constructive criticism, he’d take it to heart.

“Min, maybe try moving your arm to other side for this part.”

“Seriously? I’ve worked hard on this dance. It looks bad?”

“No, I was just giving advice…?”

“You could’ve told me before we were an hour away from performing.”

His inability to take your advice got worse the longer you two were together. No matter how much you tried, he just wouldn’t take it.

❀ JEONGIN

Neglects feelings/how others feel.

Whenever you and Jeongin would argue, he’d never admit to being in the wrong. He’d constantly come up with some excuse to make it seem like you’re the wrong one. Mostly consisting of invalidating your feelings to make you feel bad.

“Jeongin, you can’t keep staying out this late, we have kids to take care of.”

“You’re here, you can take care of them.”

“Yes, but I can’t do this all day everyday. You’re a parent too.”

“I have way more to worry about than you do. Taking care of a kid should be easy. You’re the one who wanted them.” The only thing you could do was stand there speechless.

“Is he really more concerned about his job than his own partner and kids?” You thought to yourself.

Once Upon A Broken Heart ~ KSM [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 3K

⤜PAIRING: Seungmin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: royality au, fantasy, forbidden love, pregnancy trope, fluffy to angst, angst ending, break ups, prince x maid, forbidden relationship, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

“Tell it again,” A voice giggled, tugging on your sleeve as you looked down at her. There was a bright smile on top of her lips as she looked up at you with wonder in her eyes. Of course, you knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

“Tell what again?” You teased light-heartedly, scrubbing the clothes inside of the tub of water doing what you could to get the stains out of the clothing. 

“My favourite story,” You rolled your eyes as she sat down opposite to you, taking some of the clothes and beginning to scrub. She would do whatever she could if it meant getting to hear the story she knew and loved, no matter how many times you told it she still found it incredible. Although she was almost of age she still liked to hear the lovely story of a Prince and Princess coming to meet one another.

“Once upon a time there lived a handsome Prince…”

“Seungmin,” You whined as he continued to splash you with the water from the lake. This was supposed to be a walk around his family lake to get him to recite some of his studies to you, but instead, it had turned into “who can get who the wettest”. You were losing…Terribly.

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for reasons wretched and divine:

act i ↠ part viii

↠ pairing: bang chan x fem reader (afab)

↠ genre: wolf demon au, greek mythology au, demon!stray kids

↠ word count: 5.3k

↠ includes: fluff, angst, eventual smut

↠ rating: mature/18+

↠ warnings: language, violence, torture, smut, more warnings to be added

↠ summary: You’ve heard stories about the Lykos clan for your entire life. You know the rules about dealing with demons - never look them in the eye, never trespass on a shrine without an offering, and never walk in their territory alone.

When did you forget to listen?

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You wake up with a start, sitting straight up in bed. Your fists clutch the sheets at your side, soft underneath your palm.

Sheets?

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Are you ready, angel? | CH1

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: It all begins when Somi declares that she's on a sex ban for three months. You remind her of this when your life is turned upside down. And when everything finds its place again, you reconnect with him in a way you never would have expected.

You're new to this avenue of pleasure, Hyunjin isn't. Who can be better to guide you through this journey of self-discovery? And maybe Hyunjin has a few things to learn about himself.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hyunjin x Reader (female)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5K

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Strong language, hints of angst, nothing much really

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @justoutfromdead @ameliastree @aerastus @purehyunida @danxythirstae01 @moasworld @c-atitos @hyunee1 @bangtanskz @jisungsleftcheek @uwusforateez @keehoslove (let me know if you want to be added to the tag list)

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Alright. Enough of this. It’s time to put your big girl pants on. You’re doing this.

The one thing you consider yourself to be good at is overthinking, and while your "wiser" side does agree that this decision is hard to come at, you're tired of searching up the same questions and hesitations.

You found the information a while back on a munch that occurred regularly at a diner up the road from you, the same information you read about while buying Hyunah onesies. It immediately caught your attention and you checked it out, genuinely impressed by its approach. It took you a month to actually work up the courage to attend one.

You were beyond nervous as you walked through the parking lot. You didn't know what to expect, what you were supposed to do or say. A breath later, you tell yourself that it's okay, that this is a public place. They probably won't be dressed in assless chaps or dragging each other around on leashes. You don't think so. Shit. Just normal people, like you.

By now, you are buzzing with nervous energy as you walk toward the glass doors of the restaurant. As you place your fingers on the door handle, you have a sudden surge of anxiety and you let go of the door. It almost feels like you're a shaken soda bottle, bubbling up with nervous energy and ready to explode anytime. You can't fucking do this. You turn on your heel and walk back to your car. You open up your car door and lean on the frame while taking a deep breath.

What is your problem? Stop being a wimp. You're not someone who gets scared of shit like this. It's a bunch of strangers who are inherently as open minded as they come. Time to woman-up and do this. No more fucking around. You want this. You need this, and it's not going to happen unless you turn yourself around and walk your ass back in there.

With a new resolve, you walk back to the restaurant. As you step into the lobby, you notice an approachable brunette with a warm, knowing smile on her face. "I remember changing my mind fifty times – do I go in or go home?"

You sheepishly return her smile, "It was that obvious, huh?"

"Maybe just to a kindred spirit. I'm Madeline, feel free to call me Maddy." She smiles again, which immediately sets you at ease.

"You're here for the munch?" She motions toward the group of a dozen or so – very normal-looking – people gathered around several pushed-together tables at the back of the restaurant. One man is animatedly telling some sort of story to the rest of the group. An outburst of laughter indicates that he must have reached the punch line.

You look back at Maddy, "I'm Y/n. I'm ridiculously nervous.” You make some sort of a noise between a huff and a chuckle.

Her face brightens as she tells you, “Don't worry about it. Come with me.”

You walk behind her toward the group. 

She greets everyone and introduces you. “Everyone, this is Y/n. She's new, so let's not scare her.” The group laughs and welcomes you in. Maddy offers you a chair next to hers, and you take a seat as people introduce themselves. After some non-specific chatting, people begin to chat amongst themselves in smaller groups. You end up in a group with Maddy and two other people, who appear to be a couple. One of them, Dahlia, asks you to tell a little about yourself.

“Well, I'm not sure where I'm supposed to begin. As Maddy told you, my name is Y/n, and this is all new to me, in terms of experience. I'm not really sure what you want to know.” You were honestly unsure how to answer this simple but vague prompt – did they want your life story? Were you supposed to give them a fake name? Were you supposed to tell them your darkest fantasies or something?

You smile nervously and glance around until you meet the gaze of a late twenty-something man who speaks up with a warm smile. You recognize him as the story-teller from earlier. “Y/n. I 'm Jisung. I'm glad you're here. Let's start with how you found us, and maybe what brought you here today. Are you interested in the lifestyle on a personal level? Doing research for a class? Start there.”

“Okay, that's easy enough,” you laughed. “I learned about this munch on a website, on the community calendar link, I think. It seemed casual enough, and I had availability in my own schedule, so I figured I'd come and check it out. I'm 'interested' on a personal level, I guess. I'm not practically experienced with BDSM. I mean, I know the basics from my own reading and research, like what the letters stand for, and what some of the terms are. I understand some of the psychology behind the lifestyle, from a class I took in college. I guess that class is probably what piqued my interest years ago, but this is the first time I'm pursuing this, like, in real life..."

You have unconsciously started to fidget, unaware that you are tapping your fingers loudly until you see Jisung glance at your hands. 

You stop abruptly, embarrassed. “Okay, I'm sorry, I'm rambling...”

Jisung shakes his head, giving you a reassuring smile. “No reason to be sorry.”

You huff out another laugh, “Okay. I'm still nervous as fuck right now!”

“What makes you nervous?” he asks.

“I guess everything?” You shrug your shoulders. “I grew up a 'good girl' who was basically told that sex is for dirty girls. You know, 'if it feels good, stop?' That sort of thing. So, sex and pleasure are things that I don't really talk a lot about. Out loud, anyway. Yes, I’ve had ‘flings’ but they were very, um, vanilla? Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm nervous that I'll be laughed out of the room because of my inexperience.” You blink away tears that have welled up beyond your eyes before you continue, “This is all so overwhelming. I feel like I'm on the verge of experiencing a sexual awakening or something... Fuck, why am I about to fucking cry about this?!"

You laugh while wiping away a few escaped tears.

Dahlia tilts her head thoughtfully as she speaks up, "Why not? You're opening up and letting yourself feel things, maybe for the first time. Crying is okay, sweetheart." Maddy puts a hand on your arm and agrees.

You learn a little about the individuals at the table. Jisung and Dahlia are in an exclusive Dom/Sub relationship. Jisung is the dominant, Dahlia is the submissive. Maddy describes herself as a “switch.” She is currently unattached, and is somewhat vague about whether she's looking for a play partner.

Jisung speaks again, “What is it you're looking for?”

You take a deep breath, pausing to think of your answer. “Guidance, really. I mean, the online forums answer a lot of questions, but I need more. More than I can get from just clicking from page to page. Does that make any sense?”

“It does,” Jisung replies with a warm laugh. “So, you've done some research. What do you know about your own tastes and preferences?”

“Well, I really feel like I just have theoretical preferences. I know what I fantasise about, and I know enough about myself to have an idea of what I am interested in exploring further.”

“Okay, then let's start there. Theoretically, are you a dominant or a submissive? Or have you thought about that?”

“Submissive. Which is something that surprised me, because I never considered myself to be a 'submissive' person by nature. I learned that being submissive in the BDSM context is not the same as having a doormat for a personality. I used to think of myself as a controlling person, actually. I think that has been more circumstantial. A lot of things in my life require me to maintain tight control, make decisions based on my judgement.

"I realised that I feel suffocated by the constant responsibility. My sex life has been unfulfilled, because I haven't been able to just let go. Trying to be "in control" during sex takes the pleasure out of it for me. That much I've known since before I knew what BDSM even was. Unfortunately, my past sexual partners have had no clue what to do with that.”

You feel like you are rambling again, which you probably are.

You hear Dahlia say to Jisung and Maddy, “We should introduce her to Sam.”

Jisung clears his throat. “I want to clarify, these meetings aren't really for matchmaking purposes, so I'm not trying to set you up with this person.” He studies your face for a few seconds before continuing. “That being said, I think there is someone you should meet. Just as another contact in our community. No pressure. He was actually living in the US for a while and he recently came back. Currently, he’s out of town for some personal work, but he'll be back for the next meeting.”

Maddy adds, “Yeah, and Sam is a great guy. He's got a lot of experience, and he likes to teach. I think he'd like you.”

You ask, “Like, Sam Smith?”

She laughs, “No, not Sam Smith!”

Just then your phone buzzes. It is your reminder to leave for the case management meeting for one of your patients.

"Shit, I have to get going – it’s work. But I'd really like to continue this conversation!” You start gathering your things. You exchange contact info with the three of them before leaving the restaurant.

You feel like a weight has been lifted off your soul…

***

The afternoon of your first actual break from work in ages, you get a text from Claudia.

You’re busy running the last check-up before the new parents checkout, something easy and fun to celebrate getting through another successful surgery, searching for any colouration, bumps or inflammation that the baby may have — and thankfully, finding none — which means you don’t manage to read it until the end of the day. When you do, it’s a surprise: Claudia asking if you’re available to come in for a chat, because she’s looking for someone to run the studio for a month over the summer break.

It’s something that immediately piques your interest – a little extra cash, and something to occupy what you know will be a boring break if your other plans don't work.

You let Claudia know you will come past once you have wrapped up with the hospital, making sure you will have enough time to pick up Hyunah from day-care afterwards, and are greeted with a grateful smile and a quick hug.

“I was hoping you’d bring Hyunah by, too,” she says, a little sheepishly.

You laugh. “Don’t worry, most of my friends are disappointed when I rock up to things by myself, too. But I’d have to double back, and I’m not risking another hour in the car.”

“Very understandable here. Now, what did you think of my offer?”

You chat for the next half hour or so, hashing out Claudia’s proposal. She’s heading to Europe in about a week’s time, and the person who was going to help run the studio in her absence has backed out unexpectedly. It won’t be a huge amount of work, as she still has other employees, but she just needs someone with more experience, who’ll make sure everything runs smoothly.

Even without the flattery, you're pretty keen on the idea, and you manage to work out a schedule that has you working a few shifts a week, allowing you enough time to still get time for a proper break, both to recharge and to spend time with Hyunah.

It’s just as you are wrapping up that you get three separate texts. The first is from the day-care, telling you Hyunah has developed a fever, which you respond to quickly, telling them you will be over right away. The second is from Dahlia, informing you that Sam is back and would like to meet you, and you send her a few random emoticons as you are unsure what to say. In the past two weeks you have learned that Sam is what you describe as a tall, handsome and well-spoken man. You redirect your thoughts to focus on the third message from Felix, which is somehow more alarming.

Felix: Need to speak with you asap. Can you come over tonight?

Y/n: Everything okay? I need to pick up Hyunah and Somi was going to come over for dinner.

You may have to cancel the plan now, Hyunah being sick and all.

Felix: Tell Somi to come by instead, and can you bring Hyunah over?

Y/n: If it’s that important? But you’re kinda freaking me out, here. You sure everything’s okay?

Felix: Sorry! It is. All is fine, but just get here asap. Without speeding of course

 Y/n: Of course

Relaying the message to Somi, you still feel a little anxious about the whole exchange, but don’t let yourself think too much into it. Hyunah needs more of your focus, so you wrap things up with Claudia quickly, promising you will sort everything else out soon, and you make your way out of the studio.

Only to bump into someone you were definitely not expecting to see.

“Seonghwa!” you exclaim, surprised. You had no idea he was back in general, let alone back at the studio.

“Hey, Y/n,” he greets, smiling just as warmly as you remember. “How are you? I didn’t realise you were still working here.”

“I’m good,” you say with a small laugh. “And, maybe. Kind of a long story. But, anyway, how are you? When did you get back?”

You had not exactly kept up with him these past three years; you really have no clue what he’s been up to since he left.

“It’s been a little while, actually. I got back at the beginning of the year. I was meaning to drop by earlier, but the year’s just gotten away from me.”

You laugh. “I know how it can be. So, what are you doing here now?”

“I’m here to see Claudia. I’m back at the community centre, and we’re wanting to organise some more class times.”

“Oh, that’s great! I guess I’ll probably see you around a bit, then.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. It’d be good to catch up.”

“Of course,” you agree. “How about we exchange numbers? I actually have to rush off right now, but I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to while you’re away.”

“Sounds good,” Seonghwa says, taking out his phone and handing it to you. “So, where’re you heading off to?” He asks as you type your number. “Big Friday plans?”

You snort, shaking your head. “Unfortunately, no. My friend has bombarded me with mildly alarming messages, so I’m heading over to his place to see what it’s all about. But I have to pick up Hyunah first – she’s got a fever – so I’m trying to be quick about it.”

“Hyunah?”

“My daughter,” you say, smiling. “Sorry, sometimes I forget people don’t know.”

“Oh, wow,” he laughs, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t realise you had a baby.”

“Yeah, it was after you left. She was a shock, but she’s incredible.”

“That’s amazing, Y/n. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Saving your name and number, you quickly text yourself before handing Seonghwa’s phone back. “Sorry, I’d love to stay and chat, but—”

“Hyunah,” he supplies, smiling kindly. “Your daughter definitely takes priority, don’t worry. I was meaning to tell you something, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we actually have a mutual friend. Well, friend of friend to be exact.”

You frown in confusion. “Who?”

Seonghwa chuckles. “I, uh, I met someone while I was away, another Korean,” he says, and then, with very little fanfare: “Her name’s Yeji.” You’re not sure how your smile doesn’t falter when everything inside of you drops, but somehow, you manage to keep it in place. Seonghwa continues, seemingly oblivious. “Her friend mentioned a Y/n when I told him I used to work in an art store here.”

“Hyunjin?” You ask, voice coming out quiet. Your heart is lodged in your throat.

Seonghwa’s brow creases. “Yeah,” he says. “I didn’t know whether you’d remember or not. He said you met a few years ago.”

You clear your throat, manage a smile and hope that it looks as wrecked as it feels. 

“Small world,” you joke, but it sounds wrong. “I’ll, um, I’ll keep in touch, okay?”

Seonghwa nods, looking over you for a moment before he smiles again; it’s not as though you know each other well enough that he can press you on the oddness of your behaviour. “Yeah, sounds great, Y/n.”

You nod, manage one last smile, before turning on your heels and heading out of the studio. Your throat tightens and your stomach tangles into sickening knots. Shit. Holy fucking shit. Tears quickly sting the backs of your eyes, but you blink them back, reminding yourself to breathe.

In. Out. In. Out.

All you need to do right now is pick up some medicine for your daughter, and then collect her from the day-care.

It’s not much of a plan, but it’s at least enough to get you into the car and drive to the day-care. There’s a drugstore only a few blocks away, so you stop in to grab something for Hyunah quickly, your hands shaking as you hop out of the car, pulling your phone out to call Somi.

You don’t let her get a single word in once she picks up. “Somi, I’m seriously freaking the fuck out right now,” you whisper into the phone as you find the medication aisle.

“What’s wrong?” Somi asks, alarmed. “Is it Hyunah?”

You shake your head. “No. I can’t even – fuck, I can’t even say it.” You take a deep breath, find the children’s Advil you’re looking for. “I’m just grabbing some tablets for Hyunah before I pick her up, so I’ll be there in half an hour, okay? I just – I need to talk to someone for a moment.”

“Okay, that’s – of course, babe. Do you need me to come pick you up?”

You swallow, clearing your throat slightly. 

“No,” you say, honestly. “I’ll be fine for the next thirty minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll have some tea waiting for you when you get in. Now, what do you want me to distract you with in the meantime?”

Such intense fondness for Somi fills your chest, even as your inner freak out intensifies. “What’s that new show you’ve been banging on about?”

“That’s too vague a question,” Somi jokes, and you smile as you turn to go to the checkout. “Which show haven’t I been banging on about?”

Your laugh is weak, but it’s real, and you’re about to respond with some easy snark before you’re stopped in your place by a familiar voice.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You know that voice. You would know it anywhere. The voice that makes your chest tighten and your throat once again close up.

That voice, the one that broke your young heart when he told you "I don’t do relationships." 

The voice which left you because he had to move on with his life. "I'll see you around, angel."

What the ever living fuck is he doing here?

“Y/n?” You hear from behind you, that same, deep, warmth that you still remember, despite the three years that have passed.

“Fuck, Raven, I’ve gotta go,” you say into your phone, quick and quiet. “I promise I’m okay, but I have to go. Bye.”

You end the call before you can hear your friend’s response. Then you take a breath.

It’s still a shock when you turn around, for all you knew exactly who it was from the first sound of your name. Still a shock to see him standing before you after all these years, all broad and handsome like you remember, a mess of blonde curls and brown boba eyes that are exactly like Hyunah’s.

You smile, hope it doesn’t waver.

“Hyunjin.”

***

Three years back

Somi’s looking at you like you’re a fucking idiot.

You are not sure if you have ever been on the receiving end of a look quite like that, or such steadfast persistence, and you have got to hand it to your friend: it would make most crumble and concede quickly. But you're probably as stubborn as Somi is persistent, and despite the half hour she’s been ranting about the opportunity that’s presented itself – the opportunity being the phone number of a one night stand you gushed about for at least two hours this morning – you think you are doing an exceptional job in holding strong.

“I can’t believe you,” Somi’s saying, already having worked herself into something of a huff at your refusal to budge on the matter. It’s a little fun to watch, honestly. “You’re being crazy right now, Y/n. Crazy, do you know that?”

“I’m not being crazy, Somi,” you say, rolling your eyes at your friend’s dramatics. “I'm being practical.”

“Practically an idiot,” Somi mutters, a comment you ignore. “I just don’t get why you aren’t taking this guy up on his offer.”

“I’ve already explained this.” Your friend’s gaze is sharp on you, and you look down to avoid it, frowning at the ever-growing pile of crap in your basket. You were wandering through the aisles of your local drugstore when you — stupidly — admitted to having saved your one night stand’s number in your phone, and you think Somi’s frustrations with you has translated into angry shopping because there are a lot of things in there you probably don’t need.

“He’s leaving in a week,” you lay out your defence; reasonable, you think. “There’s no point in starting something that’s over barely before it’s begun.”

“No, no, no. You’re thinking about this in an entire fucking wrong way. It doesn’t have to be starting something, or anything. It can just be – just a weeklong holiday. A break from the same old bore.”

“Maybe I just don’t want a break from the same old bore...?”

“You’re the one who told me all about the night you spent together,” Somi says. “And that he gave you his number. I think you just secretly want accountability. You know, not to be chicken shit.”

“I do not.”

Somi snorts, sending you a look that tells you just how transparent you are. “So you’re telling me that you met a hot guy, hit it off straight away, and had awesome sex—” she points out on her fingers “—and him leaving his number doesn’t make you want to call at all?”

“Yes, despite all of that, I don’t want to call.” 

The words don’t ring quite as true as they did ten minutes ago.

“You’re such a terrible liar.”

“And you’re such a terrible bully.”

Somi rolls her eyes, biting back a much too sly grin. “You know, in our entire time living together, you’ve not once gone home with someone else?”

You frown, partly from the statement and partly from Somi’s change in tactics. “What? That’s definitely not true.”

“It is,” she insists. “You bring people home; you don’t go home with them. And now, in a time where I’m in a desperate need of seeing hot people, you can’t even pull through with that. Seriously, Y/n, you’re forgetting that I’m living vicariously through your sex life at the moment.”

“It’s not my fault you’re on a weird sex ban,” you say. “And anyway, my original point still stands. He’s leaving in a week and there’s no point starting something that will be over as soon as it begins.”

“And my original counter-point still stands. You’re thinking about it in the wrong way.” 

Before you can protest, Somi puts her hands on your shoulders, soldiers on. “You may have been the debate club president, babe, best speaker even, but trust me, I’ve got you on this. Look, nobody’s saying you have to fall in love with this guy. And if I really thought you didn’t want to call him, I wouldn’t push it. But I think you do, and I think that makes you nervous, so you’re talking yourself out of something you want: a week of fun with a hot guy before you start the last, crazy term of your undergrad.”

You worry your lip, feeling yourself faltering. “It just feels... weird, you know, dragging out a one night stand.”

“He left his freaking number; he obviously still wants to see you.”

“Okay, point. But what if I don’t like him without alcohol and I have already agreed to hang out with him for a week? Or, what if I like him a lot, and then I'm heartbroken when he leaves?”

“You already know that you like him, alcohol just makes you worry less,” Somi says. “And it’s a week, Y/n. You’re not going to be heartbroken.”

“A lot can happen in a week,” you mutter under your breath, petulant.

Somi laughs, shaking her head a little. “You're ridiculous.”

“Shut up.” You screw your nose up at her. “You’re not gonna drop this, are you?” You ask, mostly just to delay the inevitable. You know Somi won’t, and as much as you hate to admit it, your friend is right. There is a part of you that wanted — wants to call him, and just requires encouragement.

“Not a chance.”

“Fine,” you relent, and stupidly, your heart quickens with the decision. “I'll text him.”

Somi’s face splits into a mischievous grin. “Good. I’m expecting a very satisfied Y/F/N for next week.”

“You’re the worst. You know that, right?”

Somi’s smile is entirely self-congratulatory. “I do.”

In actual fact, Somi is far from the worst. You met three years ago, as co-workers at a part time job you had and you never liked each other. But after you both let off some steam, you and Somi became fast and best friends, keeping each other after dealing with your perverted employer.

Friends became roommates about a year ago, and between further shitty relationships, an accident that led to months of physical therapy and an almost broken leg, and general bonding over alcohol and takeout and shitty TV, Somi’s easily one of your favourite people now.

Still, while she’s one of your favourites, that doesn’t mean she isn’t annoying. Even if she’s convincing you to do something you wanted to do anyway. Somi may have a point about you being chicken shit.

Y/n: Still looking for a tour guide for the next week?

He replies quickly, and that has you smiling in mild worry.

Hyunjin: Hey. Yeah I am still looking for a tour guide. You offering, or is this a general inquiry?

Y/n: I may have some free time on my hands. Are you free tonight?

Hyunjin: After six, yeah. Want to get drinks? I can come out your way this time.

Y/n: Yeah, sounds great.

You hash out plans to meet tonight at eight, and with Hyunjin’s final ‘See you then, angel', you are pretty sure it was the right decision.

“Alright, I’m getting drinks with him tonight. Happy?”

Somi smirks. “Ecstatic, queen. Now here, you’ll be needing these.” She hands over a box of condoms and a lube, having apparently picked them up while you were busy texting. “You can never be too careful, babe. The pill doesn’t protect you from everything.”

“It’s not fair that you can hide your teasing beneath genuine concern for my wellbeing,” you say, dropping the box and lube in the basket. She is right, after all.

You pay for your stuff before making the walk back to your apartment, chatting easily along the way. Somi mentions texting the gang to come out tonight, back up for you in case you need it, which is how Somi shows that she cares. Still, it’s kind of startling how sure you are that she won’t actually call them to only be your "bodyguards".

Your memory of the other night is a little hazy, but you did get along really well, and Hyunjin was definitely a good guy.

“Just to make sure he isn’t an axe murderer,” Somi insists, as you make your way up to the second storey of your building. Elevator maintenance has been going on for a month now, and even with Somi’s almost healed leg after slipping on cocktail, the climb is still slow. She extends her arm up the last flight so that you can help her up and when you flick her forehead, she gives you her typical puppy how-can-you-do-this-to-me eyes.

“Now you’re worried he might be an axe murderer?” You ask, amused.

“Well, if he’s a hot axe murderer, I might let it slide.”

“So either you're just thirsty or you have nothing better to do but to judge my taste in guys.”

“Exactly,” Somi says, unlocking the door to your place and pushing her way in. “I think you’re forgetting the whole ‘I’m living vicariously through you’ aspect to this.”

“Yeah, I’m really not.” You flop down onto the couch and turn on the TV. “You’ve mentioned it about forty times today.”

“But it worked,” Somi points out, stealing the remote to switch on, like you weren’t about to do the exact same thing. “When you get laid multiple times this week, you’ll thank me.”

“Promise,” you say, knocking your shoulder against Somi’s. “Thanks for letting your sex-ban convince me.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

“Apparently for convincing me that I deserve a ton of string-free sex.”

“Apparently, precisely, a yes.”

You laugh, turning back to the TV even as excitement begins to simmer beneath your skin.

Yeah, a week of meaningless fun sounds pretty damn good.

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✘ ▬ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑

✘ ▬ Précis: He was always seen as the charming bad boy on campus, he got everything that he had ever wanted and this time the charmer has set his eyes on you.

✘ ▬ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x pocfem!Reader.

✘ ▬ Genre: Smut. (18+ only, minors dni.)

✘ ▬ AU: College, badboy.

✘ ▬ Warnings: Fluff (squint to see it) size kink, body worship, protected sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex ( female receiving ) use of pet names such as pretty girl, softdom!hyunjin, reader is the shy new girl on campus, and slight mentions of aftercare.

✘ ▬ Word Count: 5.227k. (Pls, I honestly wanted it to be shorter lol.)

✘ ▬ Writers Note: All likes, reblogs (please reblog it means a lot), and comments are welcomed and appreciated. As a writer, it feels good to know that someone actually enjoys your writing.

YOU CAN'T RESIST IT

Being a new girl is never easy, especially when it comes to transferring to a new college. You dreaded the day that your father’s superior had asked him to relocate to the Seoul Military base in South Korea. You had the choice of staying behind but life would have been so boring without your parents by your side. You had always been that girl that collected pins and took pictures of plants and the sky.

The one to volunteer and answer every single question that was asked in class. The world felt so big but in reality you were this small little speck in the middle of it all. The realization of a new life set in nearly four months into living in a new city.

This never ending delusion that maybe you would wake up from this unfortunate nightmare and appear back home in California but nope you were still here. You evaded everyone the moment you had started anew at Seoul University.

You blended into the scene better than you expected to, the tension of being one out of a handful of girls with brown skin slowly started to slip away. People always asked you questions about your curly hair or your wide hips, but never to the point where you felt uncomfortable.

Your plans of remaining invisible abruptly ended the moment a partnered project was announced in your business marketing class. You were tasked with coming up with a simple business proposal for a new product. The work was easy enough but it was actually getting the nerve to talk to someone that troubled you.

That curse of being the shy girl never seemed to escape you, everyone around you seemed to merge together into their partnerships without an ounce of hesitation. You were prepared to work alone when you noticed that the only person left was you until the door of the classroom slid open.

In walked him, Hwang Hyunjin, the constant talk of the campus no matter where you went. He was described as a tall god with striking features and legs that could run for days. He was the epitome of sex appeal and the very definition of the boy you never bring home to your parents and to your dismay he was unfortunately partnered with you.

The lack of care on his face as he got reprimanded for being late made you wonder, why would anyone enjoy the public embarrassment of being scolded by a professor let alone by any adult. But, she reminded herself that she shouldn’t judge, she shouldn’t pretend to know anything about Hyunjin other than what she hears in passing across the campus.

You could already hear the hushed and whispered murmurs of how jealous the girls in the room appeared to be. Eyes were rolling, teeth were sucked and you couldn’t understand what the animosity was about. He was just some guy and you were just some shy girl that he would barely show any interest in anyway.

The moment he sat down beside you it was like the calm sense of zen around you was being penetrated by the rays of his sizzling aura. He gave off this cold but calm demeanor that had chills rolling up your spine. You cleared your throat and looked over at him.”H-hi, um, I’m y/n and I was hoping that we could get started as soon as possible. I can do most of the w…”

You instantly stopped talking the moment he had started to laugh. You didn’t understand what was so funny about this project so you blinked and looked at him with curious eyes before he uttered his first words to you.”Woah, so quick to get down to business I like a woman who can get to the point but actually, I have a better idea. How about we work on this project together? Say at my house, tomorrow around 17:00? I’ll see you then, pretty girl. And, oh, I’m Hyunjin, it’s a pleasure.”

He didn’t give you enough time to respond before he took a page out of his notebook, writing down his address and his cellphone number. He placed it into the palm of your hand the moment the dismissal bell had rung. You gave him a simple nod, the words to speak seeming to have gotten stuck in your throat. You placed the paper into your binder, your mind buzzing, does he really think you're pretty?

You’ve never been to anyone's house alone before let alone the home of a guy. You stuffed your books into your bag, watching as he got up and walked away to immerse himself in a conversation with his friends. A soft sigh escaped your heart shaped pouts as you left the classroom, spending the remainder of your day in the library.

The time you had spent alone left you wondering or more like worrying about what would happen tomorrow. You’ve heard so many rumors about the women and even men that Hyunjin had slept with that you were nervous about showing up in the first place. You had one sexual encounter in your life and it honestly sucked because you both didn’t know what to do. Maybe, just maybe, you would get to experience real passion with him.

It suddenly felt like the heat had gotten turned up an extra notch, your neck and cheeks burning with embarrassment. You couldn’t see it but you knew that you probably looked like a hot, nervous wreck. You absentmindedly chewed on the eraser of your pencil not even realizing that a pair of eyes were burning into your face from the other side of the library.

The room had gotten smaller the moment your eyes raised and you caught the gaze of the man that was clouding your sultry day dreams. A small sinister smirk was spread across his lips, the bangs of his blonde hair cascaded over his eyes. His tongue circled the lollipop that occupied his mouth. A part of you wished that it were you, sucking him off like he had the last lollipop in the world.

But, no, what’s wrong with you? You don’t think like that, you should never think like that. All it took was to be in the headlights of a wolf to send you into a downward spiral of sexual curiosity. You had every means of looking away but you were stuck. You couldn’t resist it, you couldn’t resist him. You wanted a taste of whatever he had to offer.

EVEN WHEN YOU STRUGGLE

Your bed moved and creaked, your brown orbs peering up to stare at Hyunjin in the dark. Your small hand moving along the expanse of his chest, fuck, he was so perfect and he was in your bed. He gave you a look of pure hunger, his head dropping down in between your legs.

Your back arched at the first stripe of his tongue, a shaky moan falling from your pouts as he pinned your legs to the mattress. You laid there as he ate you like you were his very last meal, his tongue finding every ridge of your walls. You were so close to that point of nearly exploding but the sudden loud, pound of an alarm tore it away from you.

Your eyes instantly shot open as the sun rays peaked in through your curtains. Your heart pounding as you laid there in a pool of your own sweat and juices. A dream, it was a fucking dream and you were torn between being mad at yourself for not being able to finish or for even thinking that such a thing could happen in the first place.

Even when you struggle to come to terms with your current dilemma you can only circle back to how excited you were to see Hyunjin today. You turned off your alarm and sighed as you crawled out of your bed, pulling off the sheets and comforters before tossing them into the hamper alongside your bathroom.

You had a few hours to submerge yourself in a bit of self care but really you just wanted to impress him. This was all supposed to be about a project, and it still was but was it a really bad thing if you ended up getting something more out of this? You bit your bottom lip and shook the thoughts from your head.

You drew yourself a bath, throwing in assorted rose petals and a vanilla scented bath bomb. You stripped out of your pajamas, stepping into the steeping hot water. A sigh of pleasure consuming you as your body sunk down underneath the water and bubbles. You hummed and wiggled your toes, listening to the random tunes playing in your head.

You spent the next hour cutting your nails and shaving every place in sight that appeared to have had hair on it. You scrubbed your body from head to toe before rinsing off, you stepped out of the tub, wrapping your towel tightly around your frame. You took a moment to look into the mirror, smiling as you whispered to yourself.”Pretty girl.” You never never thought you would care about any compliment coming from any man but it meant more now because it came from him.

You pulled your hair up into a ponytail, lathering your curls with oil and moisturizer. Your hips swaying side to side, getting more anxious as the clock ticks by. You applied a light layer of lip gloss, not having the care to actually put on a full face of makeup. If anything you’d prefer to like you for who you are without it. You quickly walked out of the bathroom and over to the outfit you had laid out the night before.

A thin pair of sheer beige panties being pulled up your legs and over your hips, along with a matching bra. Your eyes kept diverting over to the clock, shit, you had to hurry up. It didn’t matter where you went, being on time has been burned into your skill from all the countless drills your father had forced you to do while growing up. You pulled on the pleated pink skirt and long sleeved beige fitted top. Click Me.

Purse and bag in hand, a few spurts of coco chanel and you were merely running out the door shouting bye to your mother as you passed by her. You typed his address into your phone and found it almost unbelievable that he was no more than a few blocks away. It saved you money rather than having to take the bus. You turned the corner onto his street and bam! The nervousness kicked in, every step you took the more you started to second guess everything.

You stood in front of his door, sucking in deep breaths, assuring yourself that everything is going to be okay. It’s just a school project with the hottest guy on campus, no biggie. You raised your hand and pressed the doorbell. Moving back and forth on your heels before the sound of a lock clicked and the door came swinging open. Of course, he would be standing there shirtless with the most angelic smile on his face. Fuck, you were screwed.

YOU’LL DANCE TO MY SPELL

“Y/N, you made it and you wore a skirt just for me, hm?” He chuckled as he ran a hand through his blonde tresses, stepping to the side as he motioned for you to come in. You nervously stepped inside, trying your hardest to keep your cool. He wasn’t wrong you did wear this skirt for him, you just weren’t prepared to be met with defined muscles and a pair of abs.

“Y-you have a nice place, do you live alone?” You smiled as you completely diverted his initial question. You took your shoes off at the door, turning to slowly ascend deeper into his domain. The house was surprisingly clean, and smelled like fresh linens. You could feel the shift in the air around you, the hairs sticking up on the back of your neck. It was clear that he was standing right behind you and the direct hit of his breath confirmed that.

“Thank you and no, I told my roommates to find somewhere else to stay for the night. I didn't want anyone to interrupt us while we worked on our project.” A smirk spread across his lips, his hand gently brushing along your arm before he walked past you into the kitchen. You were sure that he did that on purpose, you had hoped that he did. You’d take anything he’d give you even if it were a simple touch.

“Oh? You didn’t have to do that on account of me. I’m the stranger in your home. I wouldn't have minded a bit of noise. And, um, are you going to put on a shirt?” Being alone with him ultimately made you feel like him inviting you over wasn’t really about working on this project together. How did he expect you to focus if skin was all you could see.

You strayed behind him, stopping at the counter to watch as he downed a glass of water. His eyes met your own and chuckled.”I wasn't planning on it but I can if it makes you nervous. Do you want anything to drink or eat before we go upstairs?” You instantly shook your head no, your grip on your bags tightening as he headed towards the stairs.

You instinctively followed, staying quiet as you continued to admire everything around you. It must have been nice to live alone. Your parents thought it would have been best for you to live at home since the campus wasn’t too far away. Honestly, it probably wouldn’t have been so hard to make friends if you lived in a dorm but it’s okay being alone wasn’t all that bad.

Hyunjin pushed the door open to his room, stepping to the side to allow you to enter first. That forever feeling of uneasiness festering in your stomach as you walked inside, placing your bags down on the edge of the nearby computer table. The sound of the door closing and locking kicked your nerves into overdrive.”Wow, even your room is clean I feel bad for assuming that all men lived in a pigsty.”

You laughed softly as Hyunjin gave you a playful roll of his eyes, he pulled out the chair for you at the computer desk. You thanked him with a smile before sitting down, breath bitching as he pulled up a chair right alongside you. His body appeared to look twice as big as your own. Sure, your thighs were thicker but everything on Hyunjin seemed to be large, even his pretty hands.

You watched in silence as he pulled up the syllabus for the project; it felt like hours as you both sat there sharing ideas and laughing about how silly the project was. For awhile you felt good, you felt like maybe you were overthinking his motives for inviting you over and basically kicking out his roommates. But, no, you were so wrong. The first two hours were filled with the Angel side of Hyunjin.

By hour three his inner wolf started to show himself, the constant accidental touches and mindless rubbing of your thighs started to feel more like he was testing the waters of where your boundaries lied. Truthfully, you didn’t know where you would say stop or if you truly wanted to. Your throat got dry as you continued to type up the rest of the business proposal. His fingers continued to trace patterns along your skin.``Um, I think we are all done. Do you want to read over it before we send it in?”

“I trust that if you think it’s good then it’s probably perfect, pretty girl. You know I’m surprised that you actually took my offer when I invited you to come over. I’m sure you’ve heard enough about me that you’d get that instinct to stay away. So, why didn’t you?” Hyunjin moved so his large frame was towering over your own, your heart pounding as he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

What were you supposed to say? That a part of you was craving, no yearning to find out what drives everyone on campus crazy? You were at a direct eye level with his waist and you couldn’t stop your eyes from staring at his skin. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed back on the chair, standing up on your feet as your head raised to look at him innocently blurting out something you probably should have kept inside your head.”I -I wanted to see for myself if the rumors were true.”

Of course, he had already known that because before you saw him he had seen you weeks prior for the first time. He watched from afar how hard you worked in every class you had together, how hard it was for you to make friends not because you were some loser but because it’s hard being the new kid he knew that feeling all too well.

He admired how you carried yourself with such divine grace, you were perfect, you were pure and he wanted you more than he had wanted anyone in his life. He’d give anything to wrap his arms around your waist, anything to have his hands on your hips but it would only happen if you truly wanted it to. He would wait even if you weren’t ready. You didn’t know how long it took for you to realize that neither of you said a word until he had finally spoken.”Do you want to?”

His act of gentleness was shocking but it was something that you had appreciated. You chewed on your bottom lip lightly before whispering.”Yes, please..” His mesmerizing orbs stared right into your soul until finally the soft flower petals that were his lips graced your own with a warm, passionate kiss. His large hands found their place on your hips, slowly guiding you backwards towards his bed. Your curious eyes of what was next made you look all the more beautiful to him.

You were a blank canvas that he was looking forward to putting his paint on. He lifted you up off your feet, lightly dropping you down on a plush comforter. His body slotted in between your legs, your skirt riding up with every move that he had made.”Can I take this off?” His fingers hovered over the band of your skirt, you smiled before giving him a nod. His pearly whites showed as he happily slid your pink pleated skirt down your hips and off your legs.

You honestly couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Your mind spinning as you both undressed one another. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, as he whispered. You are perfect.” You had every means of giving him a compliment of your own but you were distracted by what lived in between his legs. You gulped, wondering how something that big would even fit inside of you.

You watched as his hands gently moved along your brown skin, touching you like you were a vase that could be easily shattered. A soft gasp sounded out as his thumbs ran over your nipples, his lips dropped to your neck as he had slowly worshiped your flesh. Kisses were planted along the entirety of your chest, love bites being left behind that you’d surely have to cover with makeup the next day. Your moans filled his ears which sent a direct signal to his aching cock that wanted nothing more to be wrapped and covered with the juices that your jewel had to offer.

You were on the obvious side of being inexperienced and that sudden bubble of anxiousness appeared on your face once again. What if you do something wrong, what if he doesn’t enjoy you and he never speaks to you again? Your brows furrowed as you had an inner battle with yourself yet again, but of course, Hyunjin could read you like a book, like he could already tell what you were thinking. You eyes shot back down to meet his own, watching as he slowly moved down to rest on his knees. His hands ran along the outframe of your calves, as he lifted your leg and brought it to his lips.

His eyes stared down into your own as he kissed and licked at your ankle, his tongue running up the base of your leg slowly. Your body shuddered a low moan escaping your lips as your fingers gripped at the sheets. You were passed the point of being needy, even though it didn’t show on your face your pussy had told another story. The way his lips moved along your skin it made you want to beg him to hurry up and fuck you, but no, you had a feeling he was a man that didn’t particularly liked to be rushed.

This entire situation was a bit too surreal for you to truly grasp, but it didn't mean you were going to stop yourself from enjoying it. "Tell me what you're thinking." Hyunjin whispered against your skin, looking up at you with hooded eyes. His words were soft but his tone had a hidden edge to it, enough to keep you on your toes wanting to know more about what’s hidden behind that handsome, devilish face. “I'm trying to convince myself that this is real, that you are actually here and it’s not in my head." You replied, burying your face into your hands, your lack of confidence in yourself was truly going to be the death of you.

It took you a second to collect yourself before your hands slowly slid off your face, watching him look at you with such adoration, it almost felt like it was just too much. You sucked in a light breath before rambling on."That I'm not just dreaming it all." Hyunjin had chuckled softly yet condescendingly. His hands never stopped their adventure across your skin, but he had paused the ministrations from his lips in favor of nuzzling his cheek against your calf, smiling down at you giddily.

"You want to know if I'm real, pretty girl?" He asked, his eyes darkening. In quick fashion, he slid a hand down your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your eyes trailed down with his movements, but he kept his gaze trained on your face. He pressed a single digit against your clit, moving it in slow, taunting circular motions. You whimpered, embarrassed with the sounds coming from your wetness. "Mm, sounds pretty real to me, but I can't be so sure. Does it feel real?" You were too flustered to answer, and you wondered if you would ever be able to face him on campus after this.

Although he was the one giving, the act of pleasuring you was enough to shoot pangs of arousal down his own body, his cock resting heavily against your thigh. It was then that you were reminded of his own pleasure, of the fact that he was seeking intimacy, so you raked a hand down the side of his torso until you boldly grasped his length. He hissed against your skin, dropping his head onto your chest. You were basking in his pleasure, but it was taken away from you much too soon. "Patience, pretty girl.” Hyunjin teased, pulling away from you and your heavenly grip so he could travel further down the bed, ignoring your obvious disappointment.

From his new view, he could truly admire your beautiful, rich skin under the moonlight cascading through the window. He was ready to act upon what had been occupying his mind since he had first laid his eyes on you. He spent weeks thinking about what it would be like to have you under him, and he had finally gotten that chance "Ready?" He asked, and you nodded intently. Not a second more ticked by before he dove into your heat impatiently. You let out a choked moan, writhing under him. He used both arms to secure your hips in place devouring you without mercy. The inability to move somehow heightened your pleasure.

The added stimulation of his fingers moving within you sent you into a frenzy, your hips rolled as your legs began to shake. Moan after moan floated out into the quiet air around you. His intention of making sure you came from the act of his mouth for the first time tonight became his sole mission. This was nothing compared to the toys you had been using back at home. You were slowly starting to think that Hyunjin would be your new addiction, the urge to sit on his face would cloud your dreams every night.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, that familiar knot forming in your stomach. He watched you in amazement, as he sucked on your clit roughly, increasing the speed of his fingers as they flexed and rubbed against your walls. That was all it took for you to see the shiny white and black stars before you exploded all over his fingers. Your body twitched as you whined, trying your hardest to catch your breath as he licked you clean.

You were downright exhausted from your first mind blowing orgasm, not knowing if you’d be able to withstand yet another one. All you could do was admire him in his naked glory, his cock standing tall at attention. Hyunjin’s brows raised, watching as you eyed his hard cock with a twinkle in your eyes. “See something you like?" You nearly drooled as you nodded quickly to question. "Hands and knees." He uttered sternly, there was a hungry look in his eyes that was more than enough to get his order across. You shifted onto shaky limbs but followed his command obediently, putting your entire pussy on display for him. He groaned at the way your entrance sporadically clenched around nothing in anticipation and excitement.

Hyunjin reached over to pull open the desk alongside his bed open, pulling out a condom. He skillfully tore open the package, rolling the rubber down over his shaft. He hummed before, dipping his fingers between your folds, collecting your abundant arousal using it to stroke his cock a few times in preparation. You trembled beneath him as he pressed the head of his length to your awaiting hole, your hips moved forward involuntarily gasping as the thick of his head pushed in. Your hands gripped at the sheets as you waited to be impaled, the very thought of being split open becoming more of a reality as his hips slowly rolled forward.

You were surprised at his gentleness, but you were too quick to judge. The moment he allowed you to adjust without warning, his hands met your hips in an iron grip, he pulled out to the tip before slamming hips forward, he watched as your walls sucked in every inch of his cock. He chewed on his lip and groaned knowing that he probably wouldn’t last long this round, you clung to him like a vice. Every roll of his hips sent you both into your own fit of moans and groans. It was an understatement to say you loved the way his cock glided along your velvety walls. The moment he found his desired pace you shot up into the land of euphoria.

The sounds of your skin smacking against one another filled the air, as you cried and pleaded for more. This was exactly what everyone bragged about, he was professionally skilled in the act of sex. He knew what spots to hit and how deep to go to have you instantly coming undone for the second time that night. You were slightly embarrassed for cumming so quickly again but the way he fucked you it felt almost impossible to hold in for long. His hand moved up your spine and found purchase on your shoulder. He watched in awe as your hips moved to match the pace of his thrusts.

Your lewd moans awakened a beast within him, as he pushed your face into the pillow, his hand moving to lightly wrap around your neck. Your walls clenched as he abused your pussy, the harsh slap of his pelvis against your ass was going to be a long lasting memory that would be burned into your brain forever. Hyunjin sounded so beautiful with every sound of pleasure that left his lips. His thrusts faltered before he abruptly came to a stop. He rolled you over onto your stomach, and your heart pounded as you gazed into his eyes that were laced with lust.

He pulled your hips forward, as he towered over you. Leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss before guiding his cock back inside your pussy. You both shared a moan as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes. Your eyes rolling as your nails dragged along his back. Every moment of this was perfect, you took notice of the sweat that formed on his forward. His will to hold on being chipped away as your walls clamped down around him.”F-fuck, keep doing that.” He muttered out as his fingers found their way back to your clit.

Your face contorted as you moaned, the angle of his hips changing as he drove his cock to slam against the surface of your cervix. A loud scream mixed with pain and pleasure escaped you as you started to see those pretty stars once more. You could tell that Hyunjin was close to cumming himself, the pitch of his groans getting higher as he continued to work your clit in tune with the rough snap of his hips. He shuddered as his head fell down to burrow itself in your neck. Your walls clenched once more and that thin rope you were both riding had snapped.

The air erupted in moans and groans as you came all over his cock, one more stroke of his hips and he came undone in the condom. You both laid there in silence, panting as you both caught your breaths. Hyunjin’s rough demeanor instantly changed as he slowly pulled out of you and collapsed beside your frame. His hands ran through his blonde tresses as he looked over at you.”Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I ?” He asked with genuine care in his eyes. You chewed on your lip and smiled, leaning forward to peck at his lips before whispering.”No, it was perfect, you perfect.”

You spent the rest of the night dreading the thought of having to go home the next morning to explain to your parents why you didn’t at least let them know you were safe. But, truly they had nothing to worry about. The safest you ever felt was now in the arms of the resident bad boy who appeared to have a warm heart wrapped in gold. His hands rubbed at your thighs, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead as he made sure you were truly okay before he watched you drift off to sleep in his arms.

∗ —— ❝ I’m honestly surprised that I was able to write this in a day and half but I’m proud of it! And, I hope everyone enjoys it. Comments and reblogs will be truly appreciated. 🤍☁️

Happy Endings ~ KSM [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 9.1K

⤜PAIRING: Seunmgin x Fem!Reader 

⤜GENRE: SMUT DONT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER AGE, angst, ceo au, mean seungmin, slow paced, oral (m receiving) rough, protected sex, passionate sex, loving, fluffy ending 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

The music playing from Seungmin’s computer made him roll his eyes, being invited to yet another function and he didn’t want to go. There had to be some kind of way he could get out of going, maybe he could send Chan. Smirking to himself Seungmin looked away from the computer screen and glanced out of his window. There you were with your back turned against him as you typed something into your computer. You’d been working non-stop since you’d gotten to work and he knew for a fact it wasn’t something he had asked you to do.

He had no upcoming cases for you to be researching and you hadn’t been behind on anything. 

“What are you doing?” He mumbled to himself, keeping his eyes trained on you squinting a little so he could try and see your screen but he couldn’t. Whatever it was you were working so hard on you’d shielded it with your body.

He had no idea how long he’d been staring but he was tapping his pen against the notebook he’d been writing inside of when he first looked at you. 

How could you stand doing this? Seungmin had known you most of your life - from afar of course - and he knew that you weren’t the type of person to take this sort of treatment. Since you’d started here four months ago he had been less than kind to you and maybe that was because of old memories beginning to resurface. He could still remember the first thing he’d made you do for him which was bringing him a coffee which he promptly threw into the bin because he claimed it wasn’t good enough. That was all he ever did whenever you would do what he asked of you, yell that it wasn’t good enough or if it was he would yell for it not being done on time. Ever since that though you’d done everything you could to get everything perfect and he couldn’t fault you for it. 

But it did annoy him immensely. It annoyed him that you were allowing yourself to be spoken to the way that he did, were you really that desperate?

“Yn…” His voice spoke through your phone and he could see the way you tensed when he said your name, it used to bring him enjoyment. The way your back would straighten and it appeared as though you gripped the nearest thing to you.

When you were in school together you had been the head cheerleader and mean to him and the rest of his friends…Or rather everyone in the school. It was interesting to see how the mighty had fallen when you now worked for him. As soon as he’d seen your name in HR he’d demanded they put you as his newest assistant much to the dismay of the boys downstairs but he didn’t need to listen to them. Chan told him it would be an exceptionally bad idea to have you work underneath him but Seungmin didn’t care.

It was his business and he could do whatever he pleased with it, it wasn’t as though he was doing anything worth reporting against. All it could be seen as was playful “banter” between old school buddies

“Can you come in here please,” The please made the hairs on your body stand up. For the last four months of working for him, he had never once used that word and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Seungmin hadn’t exactly like you and you knew why and didn’t blame him for holding animosity toward you.

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for reasons wretched and divine:

act i ↠ part ix

↠ pairing: bang chan x fem reader (afab)

↠ genre: wolf demon au, greek mythology au, demon!stray kids

↠ word count: 7.1k

↠ includes: fluff, angst, eventual smut

↠ rating: mature/18+

↠ warnings: language, violence, torture, smut, more warnings to be added

↠ summary: You’ve heard stories about the Lykos clan for your entire life. You know the rules about dealing with demons - never look them in the eye, never trespass on a shrine without an offering, and never walk in their territory alone.

When did you forget to listen?

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You’ve been awake for hours by the time you finally hear the council stirring around you.

It’s Minho’s voice that you hear first—low and gravelly from sleep. “Oh, gods—we’re bathing again before we leave today. No debate.”

“The hell? What for?” Jisung.

Minho sits up from his blankets and stares at Jisung across from him. “Getting pulled a few feet into the ground didn’t do anyone any favors. Everyone’s covered in about as much dirt and grime as before, if not more. You look like death.”

“Minho, stop,” Jisung says, pretending to hide a blush. “I’m flattered.”

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[2] MY ONLY FRIEND

warnings: none.

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synopsis: pollyana x grumpy (fem!y/n x han jisung)

han jisung has always been content with living life as the resident "lone wolf". but after meeting you, perhaps he'd be more open for a change of heart.

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what happens in Vegas || kim seungmin

(cover made by my friend @bunnypig18 thank you so much queenie! i love you <3)

↝ seungmin x fem. reader

↝ warnings: softdom! seungmin, enemies to lovers, strong language, explicit content, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, protected sex, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, public foreplay, use of pet names

↝ wc: 5k

↝ summary: you absolutely despised Kim Seungmin ever since you've met him, but one drunk night at your best friend's bachelor party in Las Vegas can change everything

↝ author's note: this is my entry for the monthly prompt! i hope you enjoy it !! @felixtok @sunnytaes

You woke up and the sun was shining so bright it was threatening to blind you any second. It wasn’t ideal as your head was already pounding so hard from last night… What even happened last night? When did you come back home? You looked around a little bit, finding something very odd. I’m like 90% sure this closet was on the other side last time I checked. This didn’t seem like your room. You wiggled your body under the covers only to feel something. Better said, someone.

Oh so… that’s why you weren’t in your room. Well, at least you’re in the same hotel. It is probably some random guy you picked up at the bachelor’s party last night. You were so drunk that you don’t even remember who you talked to. This person’s body was so warm, you almost wished you didn’t have to leave, you saw his arms were tucked around your waist and you could hear his soft breathing behind you. He sounded peaceful. You tilted your head to the side, seeing his brown hair, very messy from the sleep (or from the night before). You couldn’t see much more than that along with a glimpse of his puffy cheeks. Something seemed oddly familiar about those puffy cheeks. You finally gathered the strength to turn around and… that you were in shock is an understatement.

No fucking way.

This is not happening.

Kim Seungmin…?

You were so excited about this trip. You knew that ever since Minho and Jisung told you they got engaged and that they were planning a huge trip to Las Vegas to celebrate with all their friends and have a bachelor party there. You knew Minho was pretty well off since his family was always rich so he wasn’t being frugal at all in this situation. In fact, for his one and only love he bought one of the most expensive rings on the market. It was white gold with a large circular diamond in the middle and a few smaller diamonds on the ring strap. Your head was spinning just at the thought of how much it could cost.

So you knew he wasn’t going to spend just a bit on his bachelor party, knowing Minho, he was going to go absolutely crazy. And he did.

“A luxurious penthouse for the party and stay in one of the most luxurious hotels and spa’s in whole Vegas?” he smirked. You were already at the airport when he decided to finally tell you where all of you were going. It was a good time to tell you that now, but… none of you expected what he was about to say. All your friends: Felix, Chan, Changbin, Jeongin, and that drenched asshole Kim Seungmin.

Oh? Why’s he an asshole? Cause ever since you knew him, he did everything possible to make your life a living hell. He was jealous, you thought, how a girl can enter this group of all boys and could never understand how they all saw you as a sister because to him you were just a nuisance whose place wasn’t here.

He’d tease you, argue with you, whatever you’d say he’d disagree, he purposely wouldn’t invite you to group gatherings and lie to others how you couldn’t come.

He was honestly the worse, you thought.

“You are insane, you do know that?” Chan said, his face completely frozen “What the hell did we do to deserve that? You should keep that money for the wedding! God knows how much you spent!”

“Ah, just stop it!” Minho rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulder and pulling him closer “All of you were here for us ever since we told you we liked each other 4 years ago and you’ve been with us through the whole relationship, this is the least we can do for you to say thank you and besides, I don’t plan on getting married after this so I might as well go crazy at our only bachelor’s party.”

“He has a point” Changbin shrugged, looking over at Chan.

“Vegas was my idea anyway, this person here wanted to book a whole island for us” Jisung rolled his eyes. Right, 'cause that’s just a very normal thing to say and do.

“I stand to what I said: you are insane,” Chan repeated, shaking his head, making Felix and Jeongin laugh next to him. “Well, too late to back away now since we already went through customs, Vegas it is for you!” Minho joked.

The trip was tiring, you tried to sleep as much as you could on the plane but sitting still was a challenge for these boys, especially Changbin. He was extremely noisy, refusing to sleep or even sit still, he was turning around, climbing on the seat so he can talk to Felix and Chan behind him, he got his drink spilled twice, he kept on asking for pillows. Honestly, you’d be annoyed if you weren’t amused just by the fact that the asshole himself, Kim Seungmin sat next to him, constantly rolling his eyes whenever Bin would open his mouth. You were happy that someone is making his life a living hell for once.

“Can you sit for 2 minutes? Please.” Seungmin said with a stern, annoyed voice. Changbin pouted and looked over at him “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I am trying to, but you’re not really letting me since whenever you turn around your left asscheek hits my shoulder. Now please, for the love of God, sit down and close your eyes and sleep!”

“Wow…. Easy there, rottweiler, someone gives this puppy a snack.”

“Listen, I know you’re older but I will-“

Both of them saw two, big hands slam on the seat in front of them and an angry face of the youngest of us, Jeongin rise up from behind the seats. He had his eye mask on, slightly lifted up on his forehead and as soon as he looked at them, both Seungmin and Changbin felt smaller than an ant.

“If you both don’t shut up right now, I will throw you out and you will swim to Vegas. Get it?” Jeongin snarled and they just gulped and nodded, both sitting still in their seats.

Thanks, Jeongin.

Once you’ve landed in Vegas, a limo took you to your hotel and all of you were too stunned to speak. It is a luxury that most of you could never imagine, you were just soaking in all the sights, the gold the paintings on the wall, everything around you was more expensive than all your lives combined together.

Minho was kind enough to ask for you to have a room on your own. He knew it would be awful if you had to share a room with ANY of them.

That day was spent eating. Just eating. You went around Vegas, just going to restaurants to eat or drink and trying street food. When night came, it was time for the bachelor party and you knew you had to dress accordingly. You brought your favorite outfit, tight black jeans that went up to your waist, and a black loose tank top with beads for straps. You put your hair up in a high ponytail and decorated your whole body with loose glitter. You put on simple black heels and took a black handbag and you were ready to go, going down to the lobby to meet everyone else.

“Hello, Black widow.” Seungmin said as he saw you, giving his usual teasing look. You rolled your eyes and just walked past him, going over to where Jeongin and Hyunjin were sitting, playing some games on their phone while all of you were waiting for the princess of the party, Changbin to finally get ready. Once he came down, wearing only a plain white t-shirt and black jeans with some accessories, Minho stood up and pointed his finger at him.

“Our cab waited 10 extra minutes so you could come down wearing that?! I’d put on a whole costume by this time and you can’t come down in time in THAT?!” he shouted and Jisung was there, patting his chest.

“Shhh, it’s okay he’s here now let’s just go…” Jisung said, trying to calm him down. “I’m sorry! I put on another one and then I was hungry but I got it stained with ketchup so I had to put on another one but then-“ Changbin tried.

“Spare me the details, will you? Let’s just go” Minho said, picking up all his things and you all made way to the cab, taking you to the club where you had your private lounge. The amount of alcohol was unimaginable. You couldn’t complain, really, it was your chance to go wild because usually when you hang out, you do a movie night or just hang out and play games. It is very rare that all of you get drunk or party.

All of you started dancing and enjoying yourself pretty quickly. It didn’t even look as if you were in the middle of a packed nightclub since you had your private little space but the experience was the same nonetheless. The music was blasting and everyone was dancing, grabbing onto each other, having fun. Minho and Jisung were too busy in their own little world, slow dancing to EDM songs and kissing, Changbin and Hyunjin were sitting on the rail of the lounge, looking at other people trying to find someone for themselves. Chan was busy explaining to Jeongin the contents of cocktails in front of them. All in all, everyone had fun.

An hour or two later and you felt alcohol starting to kick in. You did have three glasses of Blue Lagoon so that was expected. You sat on the little sofa, throwing your head back, trying to concentrate on your own breathing so your head wouldn’t spin as much. You leaned your head to the side, leaning it on some person’s shoulder. You didn’t realize who it was until then, but it didn’t even matter because those are all your boys, they wouldn’t think it’s weird.

“You okay?” a familiar voice said. It’s Seungmin. Yes, Seungmin, the guy you despised. This time he didn’t seem annoyed or angry, he seemed… normal. Yeah, that’s the word.

“Mhmm… just need to chill for a second…I’m feeling a little hot in here…” you said, your eyes still close and getting comfy on his shoulder.

“Listen if you don’t feel good, you should go out for some fresh air” he mumbled. Your head felt heave and it slid from his shoulder down to his chest and your hands absentmindedly grabbed his arm. As it happened, you felt his muscles tense, obviously feeling strange from the sudden contact, more than the two of you ever had.

“I can’t go alone…come with me…” you slurred, trying to lift up your head to look at him. Your eyes were heavy and hooded but you managed, looking up at his face. You don’t know why, but he looked hot. His jaw was so sharp, the puppy look completely disappeared, his lips were plump, the look in his eyes was sharp and he looked at you with his usual annoyance and sternness, but this time it felt as if he was undressing you with his eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, grabbing your elbows to move you from him and help you get up. He lifted you up and held you close to his body as you two made your way outside, past the crowd of people and the bodyguards.

He took you out and to the side of the club, letting you stand by yourself next to the wall.

“Take deep breaths…” he said and you obeyed, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths. “Hmmm…. It’s good…” you mumbled, smiling.

“Can you stay here alone?” he asked, putting his hands in his pockets and looking around. “Mmmm… no, I want you to stay with me.” You said and grabbed the hem of his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

He looked at you, a little bit shocked but also a little bit amused. “What the hell do you want from me now?” he questioned.

You bit your lip, looking up at him “Come on Seungminie… let’s just forget what we said and have some fun…please…”

Seungmin laughed darkly “Oh boy… why do you think I would want to have something with someone like you? Are you just so desperate to get fucked that you’d even do it with me? The guy you say you despise with your whole heart?”

You frowned and your grip on his jacket got tighter “Shut up. I am not desperate” you said through gritted teeth.

“Right, you’re not desperate at all” he chuckled and pushed you back slightly so you could let go of his jacket, straightening it “You are so pathetic.” He said and walked away, leaving you all alone, drunk on that street, and walked back inside the club.

You slumped back against the wall, trying to process what just happened. Even if you were so drunk then, you knew in your head that Seungmin said a lot of mean things to you in your life, you argued and fought a lot, but none of them hurt as this one did now. He sounded so sincere and he really thought of you as a pathetic bitch, begging him to fuck you. Wow, you fell that low.

You felt tears form in your eyes and you shut your eyes tightly, covering your face with your hands and sobbing in them. It seemed like a cry you’ve been hiding for years and finally released. You covered your face, not wanting all the bystanders to see you cry, see how weak he made you. You- who were always strong and self-assured. You- who never begged or pleaded anyone for anything, let alone a man for a touch. You- who couldn’t get bothered by anything before, let your enemy hurt you to the extent that you’re standing in the middle of the street in a foreign country, drunk and a mess.

You don’t know how long you stood there for, it seemed like ages because your tears wouldn’t stop falling. It wasn’t until you heard two familiar voices, Hyunjin and Jeongin call out for you and run towards you.

“Are you crazy?! We’ve been worried sick for you, where the hell have you been?” Jeongin said.

“Are you… are you crying?” Hyunjin said and cupped your face to look at him “What happened? Did someone hurt you? Tell us, who did it!”

“Seungmin” you whispered, so quietly you barely heard yourself. “What? Who? We can’t hear you?” Jeongin said, cocking his eyebrow up.

“Seungmin!!!” you shouted this time and broke into another sobbing session, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s shoulders and burying your face in his chest. The two boys looked at each other, giving a confused look and Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders in a confused manner.

“But… You two hate each other, what could he possibly do now…” Hyunjin said softly, rubbing your back to try and calm you down. “You’re just drunk, let’s go inside ok? We’ll check if we can go home soon and we’ll put you in a nice warm bed.” Jeongin said.

“I am not drunk!” you said, pulling yourself away from Hyunjin’s hug. You wiped your eyes and fixed your clothes, looking up at them.

“I’m gonna end him now.” You said and started walking, at a very fast pace, towards the entrance of the club. The two tried to follow and catch you, but drunk people are said to have such a fast and secure walk that no one can catch up with them, especially not in a filled nightclub. You found yourself at the lounge again and saw Seungmin stand against the railing, looking down at the people on the dance floor. You took a drink from the table and downed it in one sip, not caring for the burning sensation you felt down your throat after it.

You walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders so you can spin him around so he could face you. He looked shocked, but also surprised to see you in front of him and to see you really, really pissed off.

“Listen to me right now… I hate you, you were right about that, but I am not a desperate slut who just begged for you! If I want, I could have you whenever I want, but I don’t! And one more time, if you didn’t hear me well: I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU KIM SEUNGMIN!” you screamed, trying to control your tears once again.

“Were you crying?” is all he says.

“Is that all you have to fucking say to me?! After all the things I’ve said! Go on, go insult me now, I’m listening, what else do you have to tell me?”

“You already know everything I think of you, I do not plan on explaining myself anymore!”

You started hitting his shoulders from the frustration you felt inside of you, not hard though cause being this drunk you didn’t have that much strength to hit him, so to him it just felt like two wobbly hands hitting him. He grabbed your hands and held you still, very close to him. He looked down on you and he was so close that you could feel his breath on your nose.

“What? What now?” you whispered, looking him right in the eyes. What you didn’t expect is what he did next. Seungmin leaned in and planted his lips on yours, softly and gently. You stood in shock for a few moments, not being able to react, but soon enough you closed your eyes and started kissing him.

He let go of your hands and you wrapped them around his neck, holding him close to you as you two kissed. You could hear some noises coming from your friend's group behind you but neither one of you two cared. You held each other close and kissed passionately, forgetting about the gruesome words you’ve said to each other in the past.

You two kept on kissing.

And kept on kissing.

And kissing…

And more…

More…

You lost all sense of time, it felt like you’ve been kissing for hours at this point until Chan tapped your shoulder and you pulled away to look at him. He informed you you were going home and Seungmin took your hand and your handbag, leading you to the car and once you were in, making you sit in his lap so that you two could continue making out. You leaned back into his chest and turned your head to face him, kissing him deeply and passionately. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue in and letting it dance along with your tongue. He tasted so sweet… like toothpaste and gin.

You’d think Seungmin is shy, he always seemed like that whenever it came to sex/making out, you’ve never seen him with a girl or guy but you did hear stories, proving that he wasn’t a virgin at least. But whenever he’d see one of the guys making out with someone he’d always shy away. You didn’t expect him to be crazy like this, not caring that the other guys were around you so he could start groping you. Maybe it’s the alcohol? Honestly, who the fuck cares, his touch felt divine. You shut your eyes as you felt his hand sneak around your waist and slide down in between your thighs. His palm pressed against your clothed pussy and started applying pressure on it but not moving. His other hand traveled under your shirt and he started rubbing small circles over the skin of your tummy, giving you goosebumps.

You felt so small under his touch, your whole body relaxed under his hands and letting him do whatever he wants even in this public, tight space with all your friends around you.

You bit his lip and tugged on it, making him moan quietly and throw his head back. “You’re driving me crazy…” he whispered against your lips. “Don’t I always?” you smirked and kissed him again, letting him only mumble something in response, which sounded like “Yep.”

As he kissed you, he slowly started moving his hand that was on your pussy in circles but almost unnoticeable. It was enough for you to feel it and for him to feel that you were already starting to soak through your underwear. You pushed your hips up to his hand, wanting, no, needing more touch.

“Shhh…wait until we get to the hotel. I’ll give you what you want there…” he whispered against your lips so that only you can hear. You listened to him, of course.

You kept on making out until you came back to the hotel and he took you straight up to his room, neither of you saying your goodbye or goodnight to your friends. As soon as you were in his room, he threw you on the bed and hovered over you. You grabbed him with both hands and wrapped legs around him, pulling him down. He buried his head in your neck, starting to hungrily kiss, lick, bite and suck all over it. You threw your head back so you could expose more to him, whimpering and whining with every kiss you’d feel.

“Seungmin… want you…c-come on…” you rushed him, and he obliged obviously feeling very desperate, just like you were. He sat up and took his shirt off in one swift movement. Oh boy, this boy was sure hiding under a big, thick façade this whole time. You could see a hint of abs, and his skin was very, very smooth, his whole chest looked as if it was sculpted. His jeans followed soon, along with his underwear. The sight in front of you made you almost drool like never before. His cock stands up, rock hard and swollen. It has been that ever since you sat in his lap for 30 minutes, rubbing your ass over it.

“Your turn, princess.” He says and makes you sit up quickly, his hands traveling down the sides of your body ‘til he reaches the edge of your shirt and starts pulling it up. It was a good choice when you decided not to wear a bra that night. The sight of your tits makes Seungmin breathe through his teeth and bite his lip. He dips down slowly, starting to kiss over your chest until he reaches one of your nipples. His tongue sticks out and he starts licking circles around it, slowly and gently, his tongue almost teasingly going around the sensitive nipple. His hand was busy groping your other breast, giving your nipple a harsh tug here and there, which makes you arch your back and a loud moan escapes your throat. You could feel his lips turn into a smirk as he does it and he wraps his lip around your nipple, starting to suck on it.

“Fuck…” you whimper and your hands try to grab his shoulders but he is quick to grab your wrists and put them back in place next to your head. “No touches until I say so.”

You nod and he moves his hands back on your body, starting to move them down and slide your jeans and underwear off. You lift your hips up slightly to allow him to do it swiftly and he yanks your clothes somewhere next to the bed. His hand almost instantly goes to your clit and he starts rubbing circles using his index and middle finger. He puts on the pressure and then releases it, doing that randomly to create an even better feeling for you.

After a few minutes, he can’t help himself and the pool of wetness that created around your entrance and he dips his fingers in, sliding them slowly into your hot and wet pussy. You were tight, right? The way his fingers have already started to stretch you was making you into a moaning mess.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me” Seungmin said as he started moving his fingers from his knuckles. He first moved them softly and gently, twisting and turning them so he could spread you more for his cock. He looked at you for a second, the sight in front of him being better than he ever hoped for: you spread out with your arms next to your head, your tits shoved into his face, and your legs spread with his fingers far up your pussy. The sight makes him move his fingers faster, so fast that the sound of your wet cunt was filling the whole room.

“Sounds like a hungry pussy…” he said with a chuckle.

“Shut up” you scoffed at him which just made him raise a brow and pull his hand out. “N-no I didn’t mean it like that…”

“What is it princess? I wanted to fuck you now… is it not what you want? Hm?” he cocked his head to the side, looking down at you “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yes” you swallowed a lump in your throat and lifted your legs up, putting them on his shoulders. He smirked and leaned over to take his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans, taking a condom out.

“Come on...” you said, biting your lip “I can’t wait anymore, I need to feel you Seungmin”

“Jeez, you’re still so fucking annoying” he groaned, rolling a condom down his length, making sure it’s nice and secure.

“You love it. Now shut up and fuck me…”

He wasn’t going to prolong it anymore so he leaned down with your legs over his shoulders, making your body bend in half, and aligned his tip with your entrance before slowly starting to slide in. He rested himself on his elbows, next to your head and looked you straight in the eyes as his cock was going deeper and deeper inside of you. With every inch, you winced at how much he was stretching your pussy, the feeling being something between pain and pleasure. Once he bottomed out, he stood still for a second and waited for you to adjust to his size.

“Ready, princess?” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. You just closed your eyes and nodded, finally wrapping your arms around his back. He started thrusting and his thrusts were shallow at first, but still hard. From the beginning you were moaning loudly, repeating his name over and over like a mantra.

“Seungmin! Oh fuck… yes… Seungmin!” was all your mess of a brain was able to think of and say. He would roll his hips here and there, reaching so deep inside of you that you could feel him at the entrance of your cervix.

He wasn’t a moaner, but he did let out a few grunts, showing that he was also enjoying this very, very much. He leaned in and kissed you hard as his thrusts became faster. He’d pull out almost all the way in before smacking right back into you.

“Such a tight pussy… you’re taking me so well, princess” he said between his kisses “You’re doing so well…”

“T-thank you” you said in a pathetic, whiny voice, wanting to sound so needy and fucked out for him. It worked, it seemed like it turned him on even more because he sped up so much that the bed started rocking as well as the two of you. He fucked you with such force that you thought you’d get bruises from his hips snapping into your ass. Honestly, you don’t mind it.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you grunt and shut your eyes tightly when it becomes a bit too much. “Want me to slow down?” he questions.

“No! D-don’t you dare t-to slow down, I’m close!”

“Go on, pretty princess, cum for me. Make a mess on my cock and show me how good I made you feel…” he smirks, not stopping for a second. Your face distorts as you feel a knot in your stomach. You open your mouth but nothing comes out but a silent scream as you finally let go and cum all over his cock. Your pussy clenches unwillingly and he sighs, throwing his head back as well at the feeling.

“S-shit… making yourself even tighter for me… you want to keep me in there all night?”

“Y-yes…” you sound weak “I want you inside of me all day and all night, p-please…”

“Such a good girl,” he says and looks down at the work he’s doing. He is mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing in your pussy and then appearing moments later. It hypnotized him.

A few moments later, you feel his thrust getting sloppier meaning he is probably close to his own orgasm. “Shit, I’m gonna cum…” he curses under his breath and you tighten your grip on his back. “Come then” you encourage him and seconds later his cum starts to fill the condom. His body relaxes and he puts your legs to the side, laying on top of your sweaty body. Both of you are just panting at this point, trying to soak in everything that happened tonight.

“This was perfect…you’re perfect you know?” he says, not looking at you.

“You too.” You smile, your hands moving up and fingers tangling in his soft hair.

“Why did we ever fight when look how well we agree in bed?” he chuckles, his face leaning up to give you a few soft pecks.

“I mean… I don’t know but. We’re in Vegas, right? We could get married as a joke.” You laugh, but his face gets serious. Not angry serious though, happy serious.

“That would be the biggest and the best plot twist in the world you know? Now that I’ve found out how good you taste, how perfect you feel, I do not plan on letting you go any time soon. Besides…. Can you imagine the look on Chan’s face when we tell him we got married?”

“Oh, we’re getting married tomorrow just so I can see that. Deal?”

“Deal.”

By some stroke of luck, you get off the waitlist of your biology class. You’d never have guessed you’d find your soulmate there, let alone that he already has a girlfriend… Or that he comes from a fraternity of werewolves. ~ ad.gold

Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3 // Pt 4 // Pt 5 // Pt 6 // Pt 7 // Pt 8 // Pt 9 // Pt 10 // Pt 11 // Pt 12

Extras: One // Two // Three 

Alternative Ends: Light // Dark